Topsy-turvy home life completely made me forget something very, very important.

Last night, naked Barney Stinson appeared in my dreams. He completely ambushed me in my bathroom, and then teased me, adorably, about how I averted my eyes and doing everything he could to trick me into looking. All the while he was sweet and charming flirting-with-Robin type Barney. And what did I do?

NOTHING.

Even though in my dream I wasn't married, or in a relationship, I did NOTHING. With naked Barney Stinson/NPH. What is wrong with me?

I know how you feel, in a way...dream sex is never a problem for me, but dream brownies are. Maybe if my subconscious would allow me to eat the dream brownies off the naked chest of dream Lindsey, then I would be able to go ahead and enjoy them...hang on, I'm drooling on the computer.